Double Time
Chapter 72
“A suggestion of a trapdoor waiting under every word.”
—Emily St. John Mandel, Station Eleven
EM WAS THERE to pick me up after my rehearsal Monday afternoon. Pey was in the car and the three of us went to Red Robin for dinner. It was still pretty early for normal dinner, but Em was joining me for my study date with Beca and we wanted to spend time with Pey, too. After we’d joked our way through huge salads, we dropped Pey off at home and went to Beca’s house.
Beca’s mother, Jamie Brown, met us at the door before we knocked. She looked worried.
“Rebeca will be out shortly. Jacob, you aren’t pushing her, are you? I’ve talked with your mother about Rebeca’s condition and I just want to make sure you aren’t going to hurt her,” Jamie said.
“Mrs. Brown, Rebeca is my best friend in the world. If it’s in my power, nothing bad will ever happen to her again,” I declared. Jamie breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’re a good boy, Jacob. And you must be Emily. Rebeca has always spoken highly of you.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Brown,” Em said. She looked a little curious but Beca came bouncing down the hall and soon we were at the table studying US History. I won’t go into a lot of our history lesson other than to say Em had an interesting perspective now that she was in the National Service.
“I can’t help but think Mexico and Canada are both going about implementing their National Service in a better way than the US is,” she said. “They have a shorter term of service and treat it more as a volunteer force. Less time spent in training and less focus on fitness, but more focus on doing something good for the country. What they said our service would be, but people are ending their service discouraged instead of with a leg up. Over half of Mexico’s Servicio Nacional go into the military for four years after completing their year of volunteer work. The military is continuing many projects and is growing stronger all the time. They have a huge emphasis on border protection and policing the cities.”
“Our equal treatment for all has always led to more rigid application of the law than Canada or Mexico,” Beca said.
“But it would be hard to live in a place where you didn’t know the cost of breaking the law,” Em said. “In Canada, there are signs on the freeway that spell out what speeding costs so, basically, if you can afford the fine, you can break the limit. It creates a privileged class based on wealth that doesn’t have to obey the law. Here, speeding is paid for with community service. If you are stopped for going a mile over the speed limit, you do a day of community service. If you are six miles over the speed limit, you do two days of community service. At eleven miles over the speed limit, you do four days. And it doubles for every five miles per hour you travel over the speed limit. Everyone pays the same. If you are a pauper, you pay with days of community service. If you are the most important member of congress, you still pay with days of community service. You don’t get off by offering some of your money.”
I had just gone through drivers’ ed and no one had explained this law to me. I just assumed that police ignored minor infractions like they did in V1’s reality. I needed to be more careful about how fast I drove. I wondered about the fact that everyone seemed to drive beneath the limit and now I understood my instructor’s repeated mantra, “The limit is the limit.”
We finished the lesson we were studying and Beca took both our hands and led us to her bedroom. It was cute. She had stuffed animals sitting on a princess bed with a canopy. And she wasted no time getting into a deep kiss with Em. She sat on the bed and motioned us to a place on either side of her.
“When I met you the first time—when you gave me a ride because Jacob and I had just met with Mr. Richards—I was so in awe of you. I thought you were so pretty and confident and kind. You were—still are—what I want to grow up to be, Emily.”
“We’re all growing and changing,” Em said. “You are a completely beautiful and luscious young lady.” Beca gave us each a little kiss and sighed.
“Growing and changing. I think that’s why my breasts are so tender at the moment. They grew over the summer and I think they are growing some more. I hope I have breasts as big as yours.”
“Your breasts are perfect for you. If they grow a little more it won’t hurt anything, but you have a tiny frame and if they grew too much, like Desi’s, you’d tumble over on your face.”
“Except my face would never touch the ground if I had boobs that size,” Beca laughed. “I just feel so far behind everyone. Even Brittany is seven months younger than me but much better developed.” I wondered where Beca was taking this. She’d told me that Rachel and I were the only ones who knew her secret and we were absolutely not telling anyone. “Do you think… Would you… look? At them? And see if you think… Oh, God! I don’t know what I want you to think. I just want to show you… both of you… my breasts.”
The declaration was open but not quickly accomplished. Em finally suggested that we just have a little comparison show and see how we each were different. Eventually, we were all topless. Wow! Beca had let me touch her breasts on a few occasions but I’d never really seen them clearly. It’s true they were smaller than Em’s but Beca is like six inches shorter than Em and weighs maybe ninety pounds.
“You have such pretty little titties,” Em breathed. “Seriously, Rebeca, don’t worry about them.”
“But you’re so beautiful and…”
“And?”
“I want to touch you,” Beca whispered.
“Give me a hug,” Em suggested. The two girls pressed their bodies together. Em made sure to get direct nipple to nipple contact and I watched her eyes drift closed as Beca shifted to rub them together. Em raised Beca’s hand and placed it on her breast. “You can always touch my breasts, little lover. Touch them, squeeze them, suckle them. May I touch you?”
Beca just nodded and Em laid a hand on her breast as they kissed again. I wasn’t sure why I was there, sitting around with no shirt and a hard-on that was painfully trapped in my jeans. Beca was a lesbian and Em was giving her all the tit flesh she could handle.
“You know what’s good for sore nipples?” Em asked. “Little kisses.” She pulled Beca down on the bed and motioned me to join her as we started kissing those perfect little nips. My hand ran up and down Beca’s tummy and I just loved the smooth texture of her skin. I got down as far as the belt on her jeans and stopped. Yeah, I wanted to go further but I hadn’t been invited. I just tongued her nipple as Em did the other side and Beca sighed.
Beca tugged at my head a little and I looked up. She kissed me and the kiss deepened as I petted her tummy and breast.
“I love you, Jacob,” Beca whispered. “I know I’m way gone on girls. I want to make love to Em and Joan and Rachel and… There isn’t one of our girlfriends I don’t want to make love to. But I love you, Jacob. You are always welcome to touch my little breasts, squeeze them, suckle them. One day… Well, maybe…”
Tuesday was a tough day as it was staging for the play. This was no Disney production of Beauty and the Beast. Riko and Riley were at the rehearsal measuring the dozen actors and answering questions about the costumes as the director moved actors around. Ms. Devine took notes on where the director wanted music.
“There,” she would say. “Cindy, mark that in your script. We need birds trilling.” It was intense and longer than most rehearsals would be. Once we had the cues set and knew what was needed, the trio would be rehearsing in the music room and not even around the stage until we started full run-throughs with costumes. Then we were told the week after Thanksgiving would be brutal as we rehearsed late to coordinate music and costumes with lighting. The only sets there would be for this play were a few platforms that provided different levels and a white backdrop that would get different colored lights on it and patterns of leaves and such projected. Locations would be indicated by the five ‘Grotesques’ who carried signs, flapped the Beast’s wings, lifted people, and moved the platforms.
After the exhausting rehearsal, I hopped in the backseat of the VW with Desi while Riley showed that he was just as wild a driver as Riko getting us to their house. A couple of minutes after we got there, Em showed up with pizzas. I don’t think anyone could have cooked food that night. She looked at the sketches Riko had done of the costumes and we all exclaimed about how intricate they were. The Beast had a mask and costume that transitioned through his four scenes until he was left as a handsome prince. I thought the guy playing the part didn’t look anywhere near as handsome as Riko’s sketches, but there was always makeup.
“Come to my room,” Desi said after we’d cleaned up the remains of the pizza and Riko and Riley disappeared into the workshop downstairs. “We are not studying entrepreneurship tonight. I want to know all about how my sex slave is behaving and whether or not he is satisfying all your desires.”
“Oh, look at this cute room,” Em said. It had been redone from Desi’s earlier anime-inspired setting and was all color-coordinated in chocolates and earth-tones. She even had new drapes and bedding. “I’d never think of doing such rich tones. The gold spread on the chocolate-colored sheets is cool. Whatever inspired you?”
“Well,” Desi sighed, “I thought dark brown sheets wouldn’t show the blood stains.”
“The what?!” I yelled.
“You know that when you ravage my vagina and tear through my hymen, I’m going to bleed. It will get on my sheets. When the blood dries, it will turn brown. Brown sheets. No show.”
“Oh, my God!” I breathed. “Desi, are you sure you even want to do this?”
“Jacob, do I have to rip it myself before you’ll have sex with me? If that’s what it takes, I’ll get a big dildo and ram it up there,” Desi said exasperatedly. “Really!”
“I used a hairbrush,” Em giggled. “Worked just as well. I couldn’t wait for a boy to get in there. It’s a classic technique.”
“Em?” I squeaked. Desi started giggling.
“Would anyone like to check to make sure I’m still intact?” Desi asked.
“I believe you,” I said. Fuck, yes!
“I think that’s a good idea,” Em said. Huh? “So far, Jacob’s lovers have all been experienced, at least a little. Not all the experiences were good ones, but he’s never dealt with a physical virgin. This isn’t just about you being ready, Desiree. Jacob should know more about what he’s doing.” Desi was already stripping off her clothes.
“I’m in your hands, Emily. Please don’t break anything yet, okay?”
“I promise,” my sister said.
Over the past year, I’d made love to Francie, Rachel, Joan, Em, and Livy. I’d had oral or manual sex with Desi and Molly. But nothing prepared me for the detailed tour Em gave me of Desi’s body. A lot of the tour was with our tongues. Desi was at our mercy and peaked frequently. Most especially, Em had me compare Desi’s pussy with her own so I could clearly see and identify the hymen that blocked Desi’s entrance. Okay. I could see how guys might think they were going to sink into a girl’s pussy and hit the obstruction somewhere up inside. The reality was I wasn’t going to get more than the tip of my dick wet between her inner labia before I had to push through it. Having seen Desi’s hymen and caressed it gently with my tongue, I could tell where it would have been on Em if she hadn’t burst it exploring when she was very young.
Desi loudly appreciated our tongue work.
Ms. Levy smiled at me when I sat beside her desk and it seemed that her hand moved of its own volition when she reached out and touched my cheek. I was still a little self-conscious about the scar on the right side of my face where I’d tried to ram my cell phone through my head. But my eyes drifted closed as she traced my scar.
“Read this to me, Jacob,” she said. “I want to hear what it really means through your voice.” That was unexpected, but I took the story from her hands and began to read aloud from the portion she’d marked.
We’re different from the people we are leaving on earth. Not just that we’ve been trained for ten years, flying up to our new home and back to earth on a regular basis. Not that we were screened genetically to make sure we didn’t carry any markers for hereditary diseases. Not that our genomes had been matched against every possible mate on the colony ship or that our psyches were prone to passivity rather than aggression.
In the long run, when the million plus candidates that had applied or been recruited had endured years of round-the-clock training, a thousand of us boarded Athena I and took one last look back at our planet of origin. It was no longer our home.
I suppose that was what made us different in a way, but there was more, even, than that. We were different because we carried the hopes and dreams of so many people into the future. We were different in that we understood we would never realize those dreams. Their fruition lay generations in the future. We were mere seedlings, planted on the colony sphere and asked to grow a new race.
After burning my last view of Earth into my brain, I went to my cabin and meditated on what was inside me. A different person dwelt there. He was older than I was but no wiser. He had greater experience than I could have gained in my years. But he had no more knowledge of the future than I had. Still, this being, implanted in my brain through years of sleep training and practical application, wanted to take control of my life and mold it into what the people of Earth thought it should be. But we… I wasn’t going to accept the life I’d been assigned. I would learn as much as I could from the old man inside me, but I wouldn’t bow to his wishes. I wouldn’t let him ruin my chance at a new reality beyond the history of this world. And if it became necessary, I would kill him rather than let him control my future.
We were different from the people we left behind. We left behind their prejudice, their laws, their economic status, their wars, their religions, and their politics. We carried their dreams inside us but we didn’t share them. From the moment we stepped from the shuttle bay into our new home, we were a new people. Perhaps not better, but different. I would make the best of this opportunity.
I’d buried a lot of my experience in this little scene from my story. I found myself more often than not in conflict with the old man I was. My reality had shifted and his dreams were no longer mine.
Ms. Levy reached out and touched my cheek again.
“Well done, Jacob.”
After my rehearsal, I got my homework done and had dinner with the family. Mom and Dad wanted me to play something on my guitar and I did my audition piece plus a Chaconne in D major. I explained the concept of the show as well as I could, even though I didn’t understand everything about it that well. I just knew the whole hour would have an underlying musical thread and it was pinned together by my guitar work. I felt like I’d almost become one of the band geeks.
Then Em and I went to visit Joan.
“I’m so afraid,” Joan said. “I fooled around a little with Jacob and Rachel and Livy. We all tend to make out for a while on Saturdays after we study. But I don’t have any idea what I’m doing when it comes to pleasing a girl.”
“Join the club,” I laughed. Em hit me hard in the shoulder. Then she kissed it.
“What scares you the most?” she asked.
“Oh. Um… Well, my nipples,” Joan sighed. “When Jacob handles my nipples and sucks on them, I get out of control. My nipples are really sensitive and have a direct nerve to my clit. I come from Jacob sucking on my nipples.”
“Wow. Lucky you,” Em said. “I like my breasts played with and licked, but I don’t come from it.”
“That’s the problem. I’m afraid I’ll lose control when Beca is playing with my breasts and I’ll hurt her. I’d die if I hurt her! I’m constantly fighting to control my response when she touches me. I just want to hold her face to my tit and have her suck me to orgasm.”
“So, you fight to not get turned on or show you are turned on when Rebeca is trying her hardest to get you turned on?” I asked. “That sounds a little mean.”
“What?”
“Well, you’ve got a girlfriend that you love, right? Okay. She loves you. She wants to please you and make you happy as much as you want to please her. But you’re holding back and not showing her what she does to you and how happy you are. It’s like you’re punishing her for pleasing you. Beca isn’t as fragile as you seem to think. I’m pretty sure she’d love to suck you to orgasm.”
“Nice summary, brother,” Em said. “We’re on the same page. Joan, you are blessed with beautiful breasts that are sensitive and bring you pleasure. Don’t hold this back from your lovers.” While she spoke, she casually drew circles around Joan’s hard nipples, poking through the T-shirt she wore. Em closed in and kissed our girlfriend while she pulled the hem of the shirt up over her breasts and off. Then Em started kissing her way down those beautiful breasts to tease the nipples while Joan moaned. I kissed lightly on her other breast, following Em’s cues. “Maybe you’d like Jacob to fill your little vagina with his cock while I play with your nipples,” Em breathed.
“Yesss,” Joan hissed. She was wearing a pair of yellow cotton sleep shorts that I pulled down over her butt along with the simple white cotton panties she wore under them. Unlike Rachel and Livy, Joan was a girl who shaved everything bare and I bent to taste the abundant fluids seeping out of her slit. Joan was writhing around as I flicked her clit with my tongue at the same rhythm Em was using on her nipple. Joan hit a climax but was far from finished.
I slid my cock up and down her juicy center and then sank slowly into her. She bucked against me and I started pumping in and out. Em was becoming aggressive with her nipple play and Joan was alternating between panting and holding her breath with long whines and moans between. I lifted and spread her legs for better penetration and began to build up speed. I wasn’t quite there when Joan really went off. She clamped down so hard it stopped my cock from moving and then she went slack and I fell into her as deeply as I could.
“So good. It won’t hurt her?” Joan pled.
“I think we should see what happens when you are eating a girl and have one of those orgasms,” Em said. That was our next step and it was equally satisfying. I came deep inside Joan as she screamed her orgasm into Em’s pussy and Em quaked through her come.
Yeah. I don’t think Joan and Beca will really have that much trouble.
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